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from information furnished by Trip was

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tended to Trip till she was sufficiently
recovered to leave and then had turned
! her out of the house which she also de-
| serted. The house had been taken under
a false name with false references, and
had been made the headquarters of the
gang, where they had defaccd and melted
the silver and iewelry which they OBJ
tanned. After the great burglary Mt
Ringwood, it was advisable to shift quar-
tiers.
This, then, was the end of poor Trips
ambitious flight. She was married to n
ruflian who, if he came into the hands
of justice, as was inevitable before long
would suffer penal servtudc. That the
name of Beaufort was false she was well
assured; what his real name was she did
not know. The wife of professional
burglar now, the wife of convict here
after She had flown high, and great
was the fall.
Trip stood at the gate of the mill.
She could go no further She had no
money. She had no shoes. She had no
friends, no home, no food-no name
even; only little feeble pride in her still
held her together. She had passed the
Rose she had felt half inclined to go in
there and cast herself on the pity of the
landlady, but her pride withheld her.
No; there was one, and one only who
could help her efficiently, to whom she
could appeal, who would not upbraid
her, who would screen her and deal pru
deely with her
She must go to her frend-to Joe.
She might do that without loss to her
self respect. She was married woman,
and could be nothing hcnceforth to Joe.
A weak, broken friend appealing for help
TO return to her father and mother, that
was all she was and all she wanted. He
could tell her where her parents were,
and he would restore her to them.
So she entered through the gate and
YEARLY crept to the foot of the stair.
She recalled Jocs words. Was She as
he had said coming there to revisit the
mill in her splendid equipage, with brass
mounted harness and livericd servant
in pink silk and feathers and lace
She came in the old, stained crushed
strawberry gown, with "A bandaged head
and ii tear-stained face, and a broken
spirit, her feet waysore. and her pride
, in the mire.
The great black mill stood up against
the PARKWAY red glare of London, but
not altogether dark, for above was a light.
Joe had n paralline lamp in the flour
chamber, and it was so placed as to shine
! llIOuSl lnt uOOT, anu uONn llC lHlucT
stair
She held to the rail, and tried to climb
the stair She would reach the well
known chamber, and throw herself in a
corner beside the flour box, or between
the sacks, and wait till Joe came. But
Trips strength was not equal to the
effort. She pulled herself up one step,
then another. The steps were wide
apart, and she had not the strength to
draw herself up many She got per-
haps, half way up and then fell on the
stairs, fell sitting on one step with her
bandaged head on another, and her
bleeding feet on n still lower step. Then
all her power left her She tried to lift
herself to her feet, but could not. She
: could not reach and grasp the rail; she
sank again.
AS her head rested on the step, the
, smell of the flour came into her nose,
from the white dust on it, and ii brought
dim, faint sense of pleasure to her She
had her face turned to the sky and saw
, the clouds drive by; now star appeared,
. then went out, then sparkled again.
Even so her senses seemed to come and
, go, her consciousness to drift away and
= then become intensely clear. She could
, not call, but she pulled her whistle from
her BOSOM where it hung since on that
terrible night she suspended it there, and
= put it to her lips, and tried to blow n
! summons on it, She had forgotten that
it was split and voiceless she had the
g end between her lips blowing, and the
! string Topped round her hand, and even
! the effort to blow was too seTerc for her,
a for, instead of blowing a call, she blew
n her remaining consciousness momentarily
- away Only momentarly. In another
| mo l1. tTrlAt Nd cd Il
q. held fast in strong arms, once again, as
2 long before after that flight on the mill
a wings, and she heard voice.
p 81 knew it! | knew it, She has come
;. to me. Oh little Tu'penny! Little
y Tu'penny."
@ When Trip returned to her senses, after
long lapse into darkness she was in
. the millerS cottage, in the arm chair by
. the fire, without her cloak, i'll the bat
r tered pink dress, that seemed fresh dyed
@ In the rosy glow of the hearth-flre tina,
d fell over it,
Mrs, Western was standing by her
v Joe was kneeling, raling the Goals to
!. gether, and looking into her face.
Il She could not speak, but the widow
+ gave her warm cordials made from Joe's
/, honey, sweet with the fragrance of the
:. beans,
JUG hncW even more tudn ulu LIP lit
d knew the real name OF the fellow who
had come to stay about Ringwood. His
name was PAIGE, but he went by many
an alias-Jameson, Davenant, Spencer
Jeflries. He was we'll known to the
d police, who, however, had been hitherto
8 unable to take him. Joe knew, also
s what Trip did not, that he was already
married, and had wife and children
/, living in Manchester. Consequently
e the marriage in Ringwood church will
# Trip was invalid.
G From the moment that the burglary
{, had been discovered Joe rushed to the
e true conclusion.
e "My mind all along mistrustcd thai
n man. | knew Beaufort was a swell mobs
n man sent down to learn the ways abou
: the house. Poor Trpl Trip will return. ;
Then every night he worked in tn,
/; mill, and had his light in the flour cham
G Der.